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EVA“Pucker up, asshole.”I blinked. And blinked again just to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me because what the hell was I seeing? I have never had reason to question the efficiency of my vision before. It was at least 96 percent accurate. But apparently, the 4 percent was coming in hard today. Because…“What the fuck?”More accurate words could not have been uttered at that moment.“Pucker. Up.”“Yeah. I heard you the first fucking time. What I don’t understand is why you’re telling it to me.”“I’m going to kiss you. Isn’t that obvious?”“You’re out of your damn mind.” Henri scooted back and away from Axel at lightning speed, like his ass was on fire. Axel followed quickly, closing the distance between them.The room was pin-drop silent and if I had to guess, everyone was asking similar questions in their mind; ‘Was Axel actually going to kiss Henri?’ ‘Was Axel crazy enough to go through with it if Henri let him?’Axel seemed pretty intent on getting that kiss and not
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EVA Someone took the bottle from him and passed it to the girl. She obviously wasn’t feeling it, but the game had to go on. And so it did. The more truths were picked, the more revelations were made. Some more shocking than the others. It suddenly made sense now why they made this game a regular thing. So, my question, since some people knew that they had secrets to protect, why not just sit the game out? Eventually, a girl from my class spun the bottle and Ladies and Gentlemen, It. Landed. On. Me. Shit. The girl blinked, seeming shocked with her luck—or lack thereof. I was the most boring person here. “Truth or dare?” I wasn’t crazy enough to pick dare anyway. And all eyes were on me! Jesus. Was this what it felt like to be on the receiving end? I focused solely on the girl like there was no-one else in the room. “Truth.” “You’re still new, but I’m sure you’ve seen all the guys here at least once.” Once was stretching it. “Who do you think is the hottest?” Oh, for Gods sak
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EVAZoe sat there, frozen. She was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. I could almost see the wheels turning in her head as her eyes ping-ponged between Axel and the spot in front of him.She was probably plotting his murder this very moment and why wouldn’t she? Of all the dares he could come up with, he decided to dare her to go into a room with Alexander, of all people, for five minutes. Not like five minutes was such a long time, but when enclosed in a place with with a person you weren’t comfortable around, it could feel like ages.Alex and Zoe could barely stand each other.What exactly was Axel’s aim?He had this light in his eyes—the one he got when he was excited. It was the same light I saw in his eyes that day at the restaurant, when he talked about sports and his sister.If I wasn’t sure before, I was now. He had ulterior motives.This was more than just a dare.“Whats it going to be, Zoe?” Axel cocked his head. “Are you going to let a guy do body shots off yo
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EVAThe school magazine was out.And by the modus operandi, everyone was given a copy.It was different this time, according to the students. Almost everyone was cooing over it being the prettiest they had seen since the school started making magazines.My face—along with x—was on that cover. Which meant that the whole school was staring at me right now.How was my anxiety taking this?, you might wonder.Not good. At all.Everytime someone looked at the cover and then at me as they recognised that I was the one on it, I thought I was going to pass out.Of course when we had been posing for the cameras, I really hadn't given much thought to the whole thing. Sure, I knew that it was a school magazine and that meant the whole school and people outside of it were going to have access to it. What I hadn't given much thought to was the fact that EVERYONE WAS GOING TO HAVE ACCESS TO IT.Shit.That was the second time I was cursing. It was in my head, but I had cursed nonetheless.What was I
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EVA Before I could take another step, he took the stairs two at a time and was already standing in front of me. My heart slammed against my ribcage. There was no way to run forward and if I tried to run back, he could easily stop me by gripping my arm. Not that he had ever laid his hands on me but I wouldn't put it past him. I could shout and have people within earshot come help me, but I didn't want other people to be involved. Besides, he could easily just run and then I would have to explain why I shouted when there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. You're not the same person you were before, Eva. If this was Axel, I would cock a brow and ask him to get out of my way. So why couldn't I do that now? Well, there were many reasons. One, Axel wasn't psychotic. Two, he would never threaten or hurt me. Three, he wasn't deranged. Dexter was guilty of all three things I had mentioned and I knew that if he could get away with it, he would have physically hurt me. Doesn't mat
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EVA Today, Abi had one of those classes that took an extra hour after normal school time to conclude, which meant that we weren't going to be picked up until then. In other words, I wasn't leaving the school anytime soon. Thanks to them, I now had an extra hour to overthink what the Principal had told me to death.I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that a magazine wanted me for a model.Me!That was the part that I was finding hard to believe.I didn't want to go and wait out there where the other students waited for their parents/drivers to come pick them up. With my face on the cover of the magazine, I suddenly felt too exposed. Like everyone was looking at me. Of course, it was all just in my head, but I couldn't shake the feeling.I couldn't get out of my own head.So I decided to go back to class, hoping that it was cleared out by now. What I didn't expect, however, was for Axel to be in class. My class. Not his.What was he even doing here?Narrowing my eyes at him, I
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EVA He gave his bag to me, which I dropped on the seat next to me—but not before giving him a glare, which, surprisingly, made the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement—then he gave me a stop watch. I stared at it, then at him. "I'll need you to time me as I run." He explained. "Thats actually why I needed you to come along." And here, I thought he just needed my presence, I thought sarcastically. Okay, maybe not that sarcastically. "I don't know how to use it." "I'll show you. Here." He leaned down to explain how it worked. Pressed the start button, stop, and clear. I was paying attention to what he was saying. I really was, but his masculine scent was also assaulting my senses and it was suddenly too much for me. "I understand." I said, and took watch back from him, anxious for him to leave already. He nodded and stepped back. There was a wiry fence separating the seats from the track and field, but there was also an opening to allow people pass. He walked past it and onto
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EVA The sound of a phone ringing filled the air. Axel and I flied apart like our skins were on fire and our eyes jumped around like we were searching for the nearest pool of water to immerse ourselves into—which was crazy because I couldn't swim.I never got the chance to learn how. We were both desperately trying not to look at each other, while trying to catch a glimpse of each other, to see how the other person was taking it. Even though I wasn't looking directly at him, he was in my line of sight so it was easy for me to see his reaction. He was shuffling from one foot to the other. I, however, was doing everything I possibly could to not die on the spot. What the hell was my problem? It was like I became suddenly possessed when I was in the presence of him. I did things that I wouldn't usually even dream about doing—e.g the two near kisses—and even though I was still unsure whether it was a good or bad thing, I was positive that he was changing me. Somehow. The phone had s
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EVA Legs and more legs. They were all I could see. couldnt they see that I was struggling? Didn't they see me get shoved into the water? Why weren't they trying to help me? I struggled to move in the water, go far enough to touch one of the legs when suddenly, hands slid under my arms and lifted me out of the water. Immediately I breached the surface, I dragged in air though my nose which caused me to cough since my lungs were filled with water. I coughed and coughed more water out of my lungs, while an unfamiliar hand patted at my back softly, probably to help with the coughing. When I could finally breathe well again, I looked around through watering eyes, taking in the face of the person that had his arms around me. It took me less than ten seconds to realise it was Dare. So he was the one that had pulled me out of the water. I was a little bit disappointed that it wasn't Axel, to be honest. It would have started a conversation between us whether we liked it or not and maybe
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EVA "Wait, whose party is this?"Today was the long awaited day for the party and it wasn't until Laura's car was pulling into the driveway of a huge, beautiful house that I realised I never asked who was hosting the party. All I knew was that there was a party and I was attending."Henri." She wiggled her brows. Her shades were parked high on her head just on top of her hair-do and I couldn't help but admire it.I had long natural hair, but mine were nowhere as curly as Laura's and I knew that it had to do with her other half. She rarely wore wigs and never made braids. She usually went around with her natural hair and styled it more often than people even went to the salon.I thought it was really cool.When her words registered in my head, I blinked. "Henri?""Yes.""Why didn't you tell me?" I snapped."What difference would it have made?" She snapped back. "What does the host have to do with your going?"Pausing, I grudgingly admitted to myself that what she was saying was true.
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Pushing my shoulders back, I took a step towards them. "The school principal told me that a teen magazine would love to feature me." A surprised look passed between them. "She said they're very responsible and reputable, those exact words, and that I would not have anything to worry about. She said she's also going to call you and let you know after I do."I studied their reactions closely, searching for the slightest sign that showed that this was a bad idea, but nothing about them was giving off that energy. They just looked surprised, but not that surprised."If the principal says that they're responsible, then they probably are." Mr Lawson commented. "I'll discuss with her and do my own research on them before concluding, of course."I nodded, a huge part of me already wanting to be up in my room, carrying out my plan. Although for it to be called a plan, it had to have a chance of succeeding. I didn't know if this one did."The important question is, would you be comfortable with
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EVA"What if he's mute?"The conversation drifted to me. I had not been paying attention for the most part of it—mainly because my thoughts were all over the place—and Laura being Laura, didn't necessarily require an audience for her to speak. She could very well speak to herself, so the fact that we were there was a plus for her."I doubt that he is." Abi said and her speaking, coupled with the 'he' in the sentence, piqued my interest enough for me to forget about my issues at the moment and listen to them talk.I really really wanted to know who that he was.Laura shrugged. "Well, I've never heard him speak.""Just because you've never heard him speak doesn't mean that he cannot speak."Laura rolled her eyes so hard, I thought they were going to fall off her head. "I get that you don't go to parties, so you wouldn't know, but Abi, he has never uttered a single word. Not one. Who knows? Maybe that's why he doesn't even let girls near him. And I totally feel him because that would be
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EVA Was he pissed? The Axel I knew would have brought up the—eh, near kiss immediately. But the Axel I knew was also walking away from me right now as if he couldn't bear another minute in my presence. Maybe he'd changed. Of course he had. I'd told him that we were strictly going to be friends, none of those uncomfortable talks about feelings—on his side, of course—, no near kisses—this, we were both to blame—and none of those close proximities either. He'd even stopped flirting with me. I wasn't sure that I liked this new version of Axel. He was... boring. When we walked out into the open and our class buildings came into view again, he turned to me sharply. If I had not been watching him, I would have walked into him. "Thank you for your time today. You were..." He trailed off, his eyes over my shoulder. "It was really helpful." Then he turned back around and walked in that leisurely stride to the car park where his car was. I blinked in rapid successions, staring at his re
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EVA The sound of a phone ringing filled the air. Axel and I flied apart like our skins were on fire and our eyes jumped around like we were searching for the nearest pool of water to immerse ourselves into—which was crazy because I couldn't swim.I never got the chance to learn how. We were both desperately trying not to look at each other, while trying to catch a glimpse of each other, to see how the other person was taking it. Even though I wasn't looking directly at him, he was in my line of sight so it was easy for me to see his reaction. He was shuffling from one foot to the other. I, however, was doing everything I possibly could to not die on the spot. What the hell was my problem? It was like I became suddenly possessed when I was in the presence of him. I did things that I wouldn't usually even dream about doing—e.g the two near kisses—and even though I was still unsure whether it was a good or bad thing, I was positive that he was changing me. Somehow. The phone had s
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EVA He gave his bag to me, which I dropped on the seat next to me—but not before giving him a glare, which, surprisingly, made the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement—then he gave me a stop watch. I stared at it, then at him. "I'll need you to time me as I run." He explained. "Thats actually why I needed you to come along." And here, I thought he just needed my presence, I thought sarcastically. Okay, maybe not that sarcastically. "I don't know how to use it." "I'll show you. Here." He leaned down to explain how it worked. Pressed the start button, stop, and clear. I was paying attention to what he was saying. I really was, but his masculine scent was also assaulting my senses and it was suddenly too much for me. "I understand." I said, and took watch back from him, anxious for him to leave already. He nodded and stepped back. There was a wiry fence separating the seats from the track and field, but there was also an opening to allow people pass. He walked past it and onto
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EVA Today, Abi had one of those classes that took an extra hour after normal school time to conclude, which meant that we weren't going to be picked up until then. In other words, I wasn't leaving the school anytime soon. Thanks to them, I now had an extra hour to overthink what the Principal had told me to death.I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that a magazine wanted me for a model.Me!That was the part that I was finding hard to believe.I didn't want to go and wait out there where the other students waited for their parents/drivers to come pick them up. With my face on the cover of the magazine, I suddenly felt too exposed. Like everyone was looking at me. Of course, it was all just in my head, but I couldn't shake the feeling.I couldn't get out of my own head.So I decided to go back to class, hoping that it was cleared out by now. What I didn't expect, however, was for Axel to be in class. My class. Not his.What was he even doing here?Narrowing my eyes at him, I
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EVA Before I could take another step, he took the stairs two at a time and was already standing in front of me. My heart slammed against my ribcage. There was no way to run forward and if I tried to run back, he could easily stop me by gripping my arm. Not that he had ever laid his hands on me but I wouldn't put it past him. I could shout and have people within earshot come help me, but I didn't want other people to be involved. Besides, he could easily just run and then I would have to explain why I shouted when there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. You're not the same person you were before, Eva. If this was Axel, I would cock a brow and ask him to get out of my way. So why couldn't I do that now? Well, there were many reasons. One, Axel wasn't psychotic. Two, he would never threaten or hurt me. Three, he wasn't deranged. Dexter was guilty of all three things I had mentioned and I knew that if he could get away with it, he would have physically hurt me. Doesn't mat
